Seeing the puzzled and astonished look on Gasiah's face, Ran immediately understood why the special contract between him and Fei had made them understand each other, but most of the time they respected each other and did not deliberately try to find out what was going on in each other's minds.
"I said magic doesn't work for you." Looking at the fireball that Garcia had managed to stabilize, LAN said with a hint of amusement. The fireball was very loose in texture and could not deal any effective damage to the enemy at all.
"..." There was obvious disappointment on Garcia's face. Anyway, the destructive power of advanced magic was just too alluring.
"You should try to blend the magic into your swordsmanship." LAN reached out and pulled out the long sword at Gasiah's waist. "Because of Fei, I habitually added the element of fire to this sword, and you only need to inject a small amount of magic into it." Saying this, LAN placed the slightly discolored long sword across the edge of the table and did not touch it but approached it, but the wooden table was quickly carbonized and burned.
Gasiah was slightly excited for a moment, but then disappointed, "Isn't there any wide magic I can learn?"
LAN gave a wry smile, "Wide range... I'll leave the 'meteorite technique' to you... But I'm afraid you won't have a chance to use it. Of course, if you practice it well, you can turn it into meteor hell later."
He doesn't know how the meteorite technique is, but he has seen the Meteor Hell, and the terror in his heart when looking at the red curtain is still fresh in his memory.
Looking at Gasiah's reaction with satisfaction, LAN smiled gently and took out a scroll, "It records the mnemonic of meteorite and the key points of magic condensation. You see it yourself." After thinking for a moment, I suggested again, "But you really aren't fit to learn magic, consider the path of a magic warrior..."
Gasiah nodded absent-mindedly, which could only make LAN sigh to himself, but let him try and know that he can't do it, so that he won't have any other thoughts, otherwise no matter what others say, it won't work.
There was no chance of a good continuation of the conversation, LAN climbed out of the window, the sky was just beginning to brighten, and from the city tower came a deafening cry, a sound of joy, for the dead had receded.
"It's over..." LAN lay in bed, a little absent-minded. It had been quite a few years since he came into this world, from the very beginning of his strategic planning to now having so little power that he couldn't return home. All of this had been brought about by him, intentionally or unintentionally.
In a trance, there is a sense of homesickness. The word "home" is a strange concept to LAN. At the beginning of his consciousness, he was with Yuxi. Occasionally, Brother Canglang or Brother Jingtian would come to visit him. As he grew older, his childhood friends began to appear by his side. They were influenced by him and also influenced him. After the brief happiness came parting. A person lacking in ability came to Lilith's eye to cultivate, and he was brought before Su Yuewu, a lonely and unappreciated girl... For him, where there are people who are important to him, there is home.
His mind was in a jumble, and he himself didn't know what to think. Unconsciously, his mind went blank and he dozed off in a daze. When he woke up, it was already late at night.
When she opened her eyes, Anita was lying by his bedside, seemingly tired of looking at his sleeping posture, and fell asleep herself. With tenderness, she took the girl, who was curled up into a ball of cold, to bed, covered her with a blanket, and ran out of the door with a windbreaker coat.
Though I had seen the quiet Rosemary at night countless times, this was the first time I had stepped into it.
The night wanderers were as lively as ever, celebrating this little victory in a frenzy. Seeing LAN come out, Shafinas waved at him, "Why don't you go and rest?" It was so noisy around that one had to shout to convey the message.
"I just got up and wanted to go out for a walk." LAN smiled gently, and seemed to be infected by the cheerful atmosphere around him, feeling unexpectedly good.
"There's nothing to see in Rosemary at night." "Why don't you stay and celebrate with us?" said Shafinas. There are many things to be glad about, such as their victory over the undead, such as the fact that Shaphinus' wounds have healed and his strength has been restored.
"Go ahead and play." " LAN said indifferently, "I'm out of town for a walk. In a few days I might be sent to another city, but I still don't know what the Rosemary at the feet of the gods is different from any other place."
"It's dangerous to go out of the city now!" Shafinas frowned. "I'll go with you."
"No, I have bodyguards." LAN smiled and declined his kind offer.
"Well... Take care of yourself." Instinctively, he felt that LAN was a little bit different at this moment, but he couldn't put into words what was different. If he had to force himself to give an explanation, it seemed that LAN tonight was exceptionally quiet, not just quiet, but also calm, composed, ethereal... In short, he couldn't describe LAN at this moment.
It should be detached, LAN, as if detached from this world, standing in a position close to God.
The mood was unprecedentedly calm. LAN called out to Fei, and the exact same boy followed him quietly, and many glowing red light spots flew out of Fei's body, fluttering around like fireflies.
"As long as you give up everything you have now, we can still go back." Finally, I broke the silence.
"All these years, only you haven't changed." LAN chuckled, "Qingyun sank for hatred, Tianlan ran for kindness, Tianhu clung to power, Xuanyan died for love... Only you always think only of our contract, but never want to know me... You clearly know that I and my brother are different. He wants a lifetime, forever, but I want only the present."
"..." Fei was silent. He had always known LAN, the gentle young man, who was kind to everyone but not particularly to anyone. He was lonely, but smiled in his loneliness because of a little bit of happiness. But he still couldn't understand LAN, because he didn't know if a moment of brilliance was really worth exchanging for a lifetime.
"Looking back on your past, did you ever have a moment in the spotlight? LAN smiled gently, looking gently at the contemplative boy before her, "Is everything about you just a shadow in the sun?"
"I was born to be a shadow, to be created to protect important people or things, this is my destiny, and I have never felt anything wrong with it." Hime asked strangely, the answers he could have thought of when LAN asked him, but at this moment, when he said them, he felt something was wrong.
"Fei..." LAN let out a sigh. What should he say? Deep-rooted thinking? That's something deeply engraved in the soul at the time of creation. "Do you remember what the legend of creation said?"
"First there was the plane, then the manager. God represents the plane, and the manager represents all. Matter precedes life, so God is not omnipotent." Fei replied quickly, "The manager who governs our area first created the elves, then Aozumi and I, and finally the gods, and the materials used for creation are all magical crystals, which is destined to be a magical world in this area."
"Then the manager is gone..." LAN looked at Fei and said the crux of the matter, "He was born to manage the world, that was his destiny, but have you ever wondered why he's gone?"
"Why..." Fei repeated, just a thin line away from the truth.
"For freedom..." LAN laughed, as bright as the sun, "We are not toys of this world, so fate is nothing but a rope we use to bind ourselves. See it clearly, cut it, and then you will be free."
Fei was lost in thought, not knowing what to say.
"People always say that worldly people can only sway with the torrent of fate, but heroes can seize fate by the throat, but not. Maybe some heroes really change fate, while others are just the result of fate's choice." LAN looked at Fei, "Do you want to be the former or the latter?"
Looking at LAN in a daze, Fei knew that he had always been a person who didn't follow the rules, but he had never thought about the significance of what he was doing.
LAN smiled and stretched out his right hand to Fei. As soon as the two young men's slender fingers touched, a series of red lights burst forth.
Fei was horrified and wanted to retreat, but felt a surge of power and was powerless to resist, while LAN's smile did not diminish at all. "Why..." The only syllable that could be uttered was so feeble.
If someone were to wander around in the middle of the night like LAN, they would surely find the red light outside the city flickering and the glow dancing.
Fei finally turned into a streak of red light and sank into LAN's arm. It would have been impossible to recover without three or five years of cultivation.
"Why..." LAN, as if talking to himself, tilted his head as if seriously thinking for a moment, "because I miss home." A faint smile, "Fei... Just this once, not again...
Again, Anita was sleeping in the middle of the night and suddenly found LAN gone. She asked Shafinas and found out that he had run out of the city all by himself. She hurriedly called Garcia to look for him, but unexpectedly, she saw the scene of Fei before.
Anita tried to rush out, but Garcia held her back.
"Keep quiet and you'll be found out." Gasiah wrote in the palm of her hand.
Where her fingers touched the palm itched, Anita pulled her palm back, glared at Garcia fiercely, and then took a step back, keeping her distance from him.
"So beautiful." Looking at LAN, who seemed a little cold, tightening his coat, his tall figure stood in the open space, and countless glowing red rays flew out from him.
Everything around suddenly quieted down, quiet and calm, a world that needed no sound, everything with pictures was perfect enough.
"What exactly does LAN want to do?" Gasiah frowned and looked at Anita with an inquiring gaze.
The girl didn't make a sound, merely cooped down her shoulders, indicating that she didn't know.
"Because I miss home." Suddenly I heard LAN say this.
Home? Gasiah and Anita were both stunned for a moment. They were both people without a home and were particularly sensitive to the word.
"Do you know LAN's family?" " "Asked Gasiah.
"I don't know anyone else besides Moon Tide." Anita Talia frowned. "Could it be that you miss Osirena and the others? After all, they lived together for four years."
"No way." "They still meet LAN quite often," said Garcia, quite certain.
"Do you know about LAN's past?" Anita asked in a trance, "Moonlight once said, give him the present, but never look into his past or try to influence his future."
"Perhaps LAN's past is a past that no one should know." Gasiah sighed.
"If you want to know about my past, you'd better ask me." I don't know when LAN appeared before them.
"..." Anita and Garcia fell silent at the same time.
"I'm in a good mood tonight, so if I can answer, I'll answer, no late time!" LAN smiled gently.
"I won't ask anymore." Anita Talia suddenly gave up, "Never think of unhappy things."
"No, it's definitely not an unhappy thing," LAN laughed. "It's because they are very happy things, so I can't recall them, and I can't help complaining about reality when I do."
"LAN doesn't complain about reality." Anita Talia said with a smile.
"You know?" LAN looked at Anita with a smile.
"Didn't you say gentle burden?" The girl said with a smile, completely ignoring the gloomy look on Garcia's face.
And Garcia stood up, ready to step aside, but was pulled back by LAN. "It's a rare chance for all of us to get together. Let's call Osirena and the others to celebrate tomorrow night."
"LAN..." Gasiah also noticed the difference in LAN.
"Time is running out..." LAN stopped Gasiah's question. "We only have these two days to rest, and then the temple army will be assigned to the Deep Water Swamp and the Sun Wasteland. And no one knows how many of them will return after the war."
"..." War is cruel, and only the people can enjoy the glory of victory.
"The academy will be sent to the Deep Water swamp, and then I don't know if there will be any chance to meet again." LAN said, as he began to walk back, the sky was very dark, and the glowing red spots were flying around him. LAN's steps were not slow, and they were so flamboyant, as if he were going to give off all the light and heat at once.
Perhaps this clear and peaceful young man is the truest version of LAN.